Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 26: I want... You (M)

Lethia truly wouldn’t mind if she and Renar gave in to each other right now. She was already drenched in arousal, her body aching with need. But if she let herself go and shoved on him like this, she’d feel like a bitch forcing herself on him.

Instinctively, she crossed her arms over her chest, her skin prickling as Renar’s fingers remained on her back. The light touch made her bite her lower lip, a shiver running through her.

"You... don’t you remember?" Lethia asked, her cheeks flushing.

"The last thing I remember is coming in and locking my door. Did I turn into a beast and force you into this?"

She saw the way his ears tinged red. She wondered how hard he was fighting his arousal, trying to make sense of what had happened between them. A strange pang of sympathy hit her because he looked so lost.

"I told you, we were controlled by the fox spirit that possessed me. But I know I can’t prove it to make you believe me. So if you keep asking, I have no other explanation, that’s entirely up to you whether you believe me or not."

Renar held her gaze, his eyes trailing down her face, lingering at her neck. He was trying—desperately—not to look lower.

Then a low growl rumbled from his throat as his stiff length twitched, pressing insistently against her core.

Renar dangled at the edge of a fraying thread, his blood surging violently, his length straining with unbearable tension. His fingers dug into Lethia’s back, pulling a low, throaty growl from her lips.

"Argh..." Lethia jolted, her back arching.

The thick, intoxicating scent of honey clung to the air. It was so sharp, proof of her own arousal. It clawed at Renar’s senses, making it nearly impossible to think. He wanted to believe her words, but his instincts screamed otherwise.

No, this loss of control had nothing to do with spirits or possession. He was drowning in Lethia’s scent, his body betraying him at every turn.

This was exactly why Lycans needed the Unbonding Pill, to keep themselves from turning into mindless beasts and waking up with no memory of what they’d done. But it seemed useless now.

"Have I been hurting you this whole time?" Renar loosened his grip, but his hands still hovered over Lethia’s back, reluctant to let go.

The worry in his gaze melted Lethia’s heart.

"No... not at all. You seem to be hurting more."

"What should we do now?" His question sounded more like a challenge.

"What do you want?"

"I want... you." Renar brought his face closer until their lips grazed each other. "But... you’re pregnant. I’m not sure to what extent I can control my need so it won’t hurt you or your baby. You’re still in the recovery process, after all."

Lethia’s cheeks flushed as she bit the inside of her lip.

She had once admired the werewolves of Ashenhold—elegant, composed, always guided by logic and common sense.

But now, she despised it. Even a wolfless like her wasn’t immune to raw, primal instinct in a moment like this.

Renar must have known it too, that pregnancy wasn’t a reason to hold back for werewolves. ’Maybe he’s only worried because I’m wolfless?’

But again, her mission from the fox wasn’t just about lust. It demanded more. It wanted Renar to knot inside her, to mark her, to forge something deeper than this maddening hunger. But...

"Are you afraid you’ll lose control if we do it?"

"I will lose control if I come inside you."

"If I leave now, what will you do? Rub it out alone?"

He chuckled, but his grip around her waist tightened, his arms curling up her back like his instincts refused to let her go.

"Well... pretty much. I... I need to release it, though."

Lethia felt the smoldering heat in his gaze, so warm, so steady, it made her want to nibble his lips. The throbbing between her legs was unbearable. She needed to feel good too soon.

"So, how about this?"

Lethia gripped Renar’s shoulders, rolling her hips, rubbing her entrance against his hard length.

"Nghh..." She whimpered as the friction between his cock and her clit sent shivers down her spine.

She kept grinding against him, back and forth, her slick coating him with every movement. She wasn’t sure if the wetness she felt came from her arousal or the water sloshing around them as her body moved.

But that didn’t matter now. All she wanted was for both of them to reach their climax, just from this foreplay.

"Mmphh..." Renar bit back a whimper, his hands roaming over her wet back, instinctively helping with her movements.

"You... as someone who holds her pride high, I don’t expect you could be this shameless."

The bathwater was warm. But the friction of his cock between Lethia’s thighs burned hotter, setting every nerve alight.

He throbbed, aching to come inside her, but the tight friction between them—along with the steady pounding of his balls against the tub floor every time she rocked against him—made it clear he wouldn’t last much longer.

"If needed! Hah..." Lethia panted, breathless. "That’s part of survival."

The water rippled with each desperate movement, blending with the heavy, ragged breaths between them, thick with raw, burning desire.

Lethia’s breasts bounced right in front of Renar’s chin, tempting him to instinctively latch onto her nipples, sucking and teasing them one after the other.

Every gasp she made when his teeth playfully nipped at her peaks only fueled his arousal, making him savor every flick of his tongue even more.

A dizzying overstimulation built within Lethia, pushing her dangerously close to the edge. She rocked her hips faster, chasing that peak, but she needed Renar to finish too.

She reached for his hand on her back, pulling it away, forcing him to halt his greedy sucking.

He stared at her, anticipation darkening his gaze. Then, with her smoldering eye contact, she slowly brought his fingers to her lips and sucked them in, one by one.

Each deliberate pull of her mouth sent tight, pulsing shocks down Renar’s spine.

His nostrils flared, his entire body wound taut as a bowstring. He hadn’t expected her to unravel him this fast just from foreplay.

"You... how... I... Arghh..." Renar whimpered so hard it sent a jolt through Lethia’s core. He was right there, teetering, just as she was.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in, whispering against his ear in a low, sultry murmur, "Are you there yet? Let’s... come together."